man, I am exhausted. I've been doing sidejobs after work for the past three days. there's nothing like leaving the house at 6:30 in the morning and not coming back til 9pm. tired as fuck but its worth it.

anybody know how to spot a hooker in a crowded bar? its easy, let me explain. in my line of work you become pretty adept at this game.
1. more than likely, a hooker on the hunt is always the lone girl that's dressed to party.
a. the only time they're not alone is when they're with a buddy. they never travel in groups of three or more.
2. they are never in a hurry. girls that are in town to party set a brisk, hurried pace. hookers always kind of saunter.
3. they don't spend as much time glued to their phones as other girls. they make eye contact with every prospective client.

I was working on a glasswasher at one of our bars this morning and I spotted one. my co-worker, who is not very good at this game pointed out the cute girl sitting by herself. as soon as I saw her, "dude, she's a hooker."
"no way"
"yes way"

a few minutes later this guy walks up to her, shoots a few lines, and comes over and asks the bartender where the nearest atm is. as if that wasn't enough, about ten minutes later she comes back and sits pretty much right in front of where we were working. she made a phone call that wasn't hard to overhear at all. something about the guy forgetting that he left his card in his room and asking her to come up with him while he gets it. and a little bit of fuck that guy I ain't fallin for that shit.

I don't understand why people would pay for sex. it is quite befuddling. I imagine it comes with a serious side of buyers remorse. hey man, you just spent a whole lotta money to do the horizontal bop. what were you thinking? those girls should at least give away a t shirt or bumper sticker with the purchase.

I'm so glad its Friday. got another side gig on Thursday so I'm really looking forward to not doin a Damn thing tomorrow.

does anybody still log in to MySpace? I haven't been on in about 4 years ; I'm surprised they haven't deleted my account.
well here are some pictures from MySpace

what is that?
why yes! I am sitting in a tub of ice and booze in my underwear. oh! of course I've been drinking. say, I can't help but notice you're not wearing any pants either! come! sit! we must speak!

another one of my PhotoShop portraits

I've got a cousin in Germany that recently did a photoshoot for a hot rod calendar